"Killing gods? It's a good name, and I like it a lot. ”

As he spoke, streams of blood flew out from the wound on Huang Meng's face, condensing on the bloody sword.

In a few moments, the short sword turned into a long sword.

"Give it to me, and I can give you a good time."

"Nima! Who is the prince of the two of us? Lao Tzu has never used the words 'dedication' and 'giving' very much, but you are very proficient. ”

The hero laughs like a meme, "What's the matter? A mere made mongrel really uses himself as dry food? ”

Huang Meng's elegant posture finally disappeared, and Tie Qing said with a blushing face: "We are a race created by the Emperor himself, and we are born with divinity, far more noble than your hypocritical human race and filthy beasts!" ”

"No matter how noble you are, you are a mongrel." The hero sneered, "By the way, there's a proper noun I don't know if you've heard of, it's called 'heterosis'." What it means is that what is crossed tends to be superior to both parents.

This is also the reason why children born of human unions of different races are usually more beautiful.

But, you look so ordinary, are your parents too ugly? Or is there too much hybridization of the ancestors, the bloodline is too chaotic, and the advantages are canceled out? ”

Huang Meng was furious, and he swooped down from mid-air like a falcon.

"Die!"

His speed was several times faster than before, and he was still in the air when he said the first word, and when the words ended, the tip of the sword had pierced the shirt on the hero's chest.

A wild wave suddenly slapped from behind the hero, covering his whole body.

Huang Meng stabbed the air with a sword, and with a flick of his wrist, he knocked the attacking god-killing god away.

The waves of water fell to the ground and shattered, flowing in all directions, revealing the hero's body again.

He didn't give up on stopping the flood, but only made a temporary opening.

Huang Meng pounced again, the blood sword in his hand cut out pieces of red light, and he actually dug out a vacuum without aura around his body, except for killing gods, any attack of the hero was easily disintegrated.

"How's that, hero, don't you think you need to go all out?"

In the crazy sword shadow, Huang Meng's expression was hideous, and his eyes were as excited as if he was teasing his prey.

The hero's lips pursed, and his expression was solemn. He could no longer stop all the floods, and it was like a barrel breaking a plank, and the river poured out, soon forming a river of mud and rock, rushing towards the village in the distant depression.

Huang Meng's sword speed is faster, and his moves are not far from the hero's heart.

Although his realm is not as good as that of a hero, he is born with divinity, and his years of eating human babies have improved his divine power a lot, in the eyes of heroes, at least Bai Shanjun is definitely not his opponent.

If in the heyday, it would not be difficult for the hero to kill him, but now most of his mind is on the flood behind him, and the divine power he can use is already very small.

However, although the god killer has a spirit and shares his mind, in the face of Huang Meng's clever swordsmanship that is almost about exchanging injuries for injuries, he can only parry, and he has no power to fight back.

The gap in the transparent wall is getting bigger and bigger, and the flood is getting more and more raging, but there are still many villagers in the villages in the distance. It is impossible for them to run through the merciless water.

"Give it up!" Huang Meng laughed wildly, the blood sword was so fast that he couldn't see the shadow clearly, "Let go and fight me, kill me, or be killed by me!" ”

This Nima is a madman, is it the sequelae of cannibalism?

The hero subconsciously spit out, his mind was scattered, and the god-killing knife reacted half a beat slower.

Burst!

The bloody sword sank into his heart.

"Hahahaha......" Huang Meng bared out his white teeth, "This is your own choice, I will suck up your blood, make you into a dried corpse, take you back and hang at the entrance of the village, and tell our children and grandchildren, this is the hero in the prophecy!" Hahaha......"

The laughter came to an abrupt end. Because his sword didn't feel the slightest bit of blood, as if the hero in front of him was just a phantom.

Rumble!

The monstrous flood fell on his head and engulfed him in an instant.

A moment later, he flew out of the water, spurting out a mouthful of blood and floating in the air, his eyes glancing sharply downward.

"It's a pity that I didn't kill you."

The hero's body slowly floated into waves, his face full of disappointment.

The flood beneath his feet was still blocked by a transparent wall, as if everything before was an illusion.

Huang Meng looked at the wound on his chest, and the blood quickly coagulated and scabbed.

When the flood engulfed him just now, the god-killing knife struck, and if it weren't for the blood on the knife, which made him turn his body sideways in time, he would have died from being pierced through the heart at this time.

"How did you do that?" He asked in a deep voice, "The blood qi on your body just now is not false, how can it be just an illusion?" ”

"Oh? Isn't your ability to manipulate more than just blood? The hero does not answer rhetorical questions.

"I can do whatever I want with blood." Huang Meng said proudly.

"Then why don't you just drain my blood through the air, and instead fight hand-to-hand?"

Huang Meng looked at the blood sword in his hand, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The hero thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "There are conditions to control the blood of others, right?" I guess it's only when you taste the taste of the other party's blood, at least after you touch it, that you can control it freely, right?! ”

Huang Meng still didn't answer.

"You're weak, then." The hero shook his head, "After a long time of trouble, the temple actually sent a piece of garbage to kill me, should I be glad?" Or depressed? ”

Huang Meng's forehead was bruised, and he yelled: "Tell me, how you deceived me!" ”

"Because of it." A radiant mirror appeared in front of the hero, and it was the Yin-Yang Mirror.

"It can be true and false, or false and true, whether it is true or false, it is all up to my heart."

Huang Meng was silent again. Because he found that the mirror was simply the nemesis of his abilities.

The hero guessed correctly, his ability is indeed that he must taste the blood of the enemy before he can exert the most terrifying power.

As long as he tastes it, even if it is only a drop, the other party will become his puppet puppet in an instant. Because of this, he seems to be crazy to use the style of fighting with injuries for injuries, making the opponent mistakenly think that he is a madman, and giving the opponent double pressure from force and spirit.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, they will be more or less flustered, and in the end they will be timid, or impulsive, but no matter which one it is, they can make him find a flaw and succeed in one blow.

However, the hero with the Yin-Yang Mirror can be real or fake, and the blood can naturally be real or fake, even if he succeeds, what is the use?

"Well, it seems that it is providence."

After a while, Huang Meng let out a long sigh, his expression was solemn, and the blood sword in his hand shook slightly, "Then let me fight with you in a dignified manner!" Let's see how long your divine power can last. ”

After speaking, he flew over the Yunchuan River, and with a slash of the blood sword, a red moon slashed into the river.

In an instant, it was as if a giant dragon was rolling at the bottom of the river, setting off huge waves that rushed to the sky, and thousands of troops smashed towards the hero.

The hero's cheeks twitched, he endured and endured, but after all, he couldn't hold back, and scolded: "What is this called dignified? It's your sister! ”